“But, Sir, a hawker who came just now threw it on the ground, and went away, saying it was not worth a halfpenny. It must have been changed into gold by the power of your virtue, so we make you a present of it. Give us some trifle for it, and take it.” The Bodisat gave them all the cash he had in hand (five hundred pieces), and all his stock-in-trade, worth five hundred more. He asked of them only to let him keep eight pennies, and the bag and the yoke that he used to carry his things with. And these he took and departed. And going quickly to the river-side, he gave those eight pennies to a boatman, and got into the boat. But that covetous hawker came back to the house, and said: “Bring out that dish, I’ll give you something for it!” Then she scolded him, and said, “You said our gold dish, worth a hundred thousand, was not worth a halfpenny. But a just dealer, who seems to be your master,[248] gave us a thousand for it, and has taken it away.” When he heard this he called out, “Through this fellow I have lost a golden pot worth--O, worth a hundred thousand! He has ruined me altogether!” And bitter sorrow overcame him, and he was unable to retain his presence of mind; and he lost all self-command. And scattering the money he had, and all the goods, at the door of the house, he seized as a club the yoke by which he had carried them, and tore off his clothes, and pursued after the Bodisat. When he reached the river-side, he saw the Bodisat going away, and he cried out, “Hallo, Boatman! stop the boat!” But the Bodisat said, “Don’t stop!” and so prevented that. And as the other gazed and gazed at the departing Bodisat, he was torn with violent grief; his heart grew hot, and blood flowed from his mouth until his heart broke--like tank-mud in the heat of the sun! Thus harbouring hatred against the Bodisat, he brought about on that very spot his own destruction. This was the first time that Devadatta harboured hatred against the Bodisat. But the Bodisat gave gifts, and did other good acts, and passed away according to his deeds. It was when the Buddha had finished this discourse, that he, as Buddha, uttered the following verse-- 3. If in this present time of Grace, You fail to reach the Happy State;[249] Long will you suffer deep Remorse Like this trading man of Seriva. So the Teacher, discoursing in such a manner as to lead up to the subject of Arahatship, dwelt on the Four Truths. And at the end of the discourse the monk who had given up in despondency was established in the highest Fruit--that is, in Nirvāna. And when the Teacher had told the double story, he made the connexion, and summed up the Jātaka by concluding, “The then foolish dealer was Devadatta, but the wise dealer was I myself.” END OF THE STORY OF THE MERCHANT OF SĒRI. No. 4. CULLAKA-SEṬṬHI JĀTAKA. The Story of Chullaka the Treasurer.[250]